A/n: I do not own Secrect Window, John Shooter, Mort Rainey, or Johnny Depp. I do own Elizabeth Dayne and Mary Haynger though.
Elizabeth sat her book down and walked slowly to the restroom. Mort picked up her book and flipped through the pages. "Do you think she knows?" Shooters voiced echoed worriedly. Mort simply shook his head no. Elizabeth sat on the floor in the bathroom and looked around. "Why are you being so shy?" the voice in her head, Mary Haynger, rang in her head. She shrugged and walked back to Mort's couch. When she sat down, Mort looked at her and said, "Feel better now?"
"Yes. Thank you." Elizabeth said, smiling. "So, where are you from?" Mort asked. "I'm from London. I had to move here though..." Elizabeth said, frowning. "Why did you have to move?" Mort was curious now. "Well, somethings happened and I had to leave. I had heard about this place and decided to try living here." she said. Mort laughed and said, "Trust me, this place sucks."
"Maybe so, but it has nice scenery." she said with a smile. She looked at Mort and her ice blue eyes made Mort feel weird. "What do you mean by 'nice scenery'?" Mort said, his voice cracking. "I mean, it looks nice outside. You see, I am an artist, so living out here gives me things to draw or paint." Elizabeth said, cocking an eyebrow.
"Oh! Well, if you come with me, I'll take you somewhere that's really pretty, Liz." Mort said. Elizabeth felt her heart skip a beat. No one had ever given her a nickname. She nodded and started walking with Mort. "We shouldn't trust him, Elizabeth." Haynger's voice said warningly. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and thought, "He's only taking me somewhere to inspire me to draw."